It would appear that Mr. Cameron has since had second thoughts about having allowed the transplant. Speaking during the meagre few hours of respite that is his whilst Mrs. Thatcher's brain sleeps he said, "I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. The woman is relentless. This is an example of the kind of rhetoric I have to put up with 19 hours a day:"
'I know you want me out, David, but I prefer to believe that certain lessons have been learnt from this experience, that we are coming, slowly, painfully, to an autumn of understanding. And I hope that it will be followed by a winter of common sense. If it is not, we shall not be diverted from our course. To those waiting with bated breath for that favourite media catchphrase, the “U” turn, I have only one thing to say. “You turn if you want to. The lady's not for turning.” '
Mr. Cameron added, with a Gallic shrug, "What does she want, this housewife? My balls on a tray?"
"She never listens to a bloody word I say. Now I know exactly how Nick must feel."